so at the end

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

kind of mythopoesis

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

1

hiding from the rain

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

so an active mazelike process

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

fw

that looks like my instagram account

Better Lift

as in

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

lol